User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-3474228-20110819060256/@comment-3474228-20110819060853

"Griphook, gather the soldiers. We shall attack again. I must have that sword." The rat Griphook bows. "Yes, sire! You shall have that sword before the day is through!"

Skipper Regan curses and goes back into Great Hall, where breakfast is being served. He eyes the old mouse warily, the sword in his paw. "What shall we do?" The mouse takes off his spectacles and wipes them on his sleeve. "That's the problem, Skip, I have no idea!"